Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way my curfew in an emcee circle
rhyme dispersal, the without rehearsal
and if Pops found me, Id get hard
by that tree branch my own backyard
cause it was all textbooks and grades with As
something hard to juggle as a hiphop
skating on pave, or after school with my crew
writing tags on the bus, or finding to rock a shoe
paying no return no concern back then
fat kids in lunch lines at shows packed in
for rhyme battles with ill punch lines at time
by emcees thinking why arent they signed?
Id pick up a pen and express
rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless off my chest
while thought I should stop wasting my breath
dent on confidence I put my pen to
so whats left but high every day
rolling blunts with vegas, smoking away
Cypress Hill on play singing is the way
stoned is the way

(chorus)
And its like that Im ya
the way it went down, down down
And its like that Im telling ya yo the truth is out my story is
And its like that Im ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its like that Im telling ya, yo the is out
My is found..

(Verse 2)
And with mad smoke came the need for
But Hiphop radio was now playing some hits
clubs closed, cause money was tight
folks would rather find ass.. than that hiphop trash
and can I blame em? Im sayin, things were rock
With exceptions of few, my head was rarely
So I got in a zone and the dust off my notepad
Arm with words, struggled with vocab
then wrote, steadily something something
if were harsh the beats had to be bumping
no frontin, right off the bat turned their backs
but felt the same which put my name on the map
and me down my coast , Japan and back
mad support from locals cats, like homies at
blunts burnt out at the end of its road
blazing trails on a spiritual path, with new
and thats how it went how the plot
they asked about the so let it be told

(chorus)
And its like Im telling ya
the way it went down, down down
And its like that Im telling ya yo the truth is out my story is
And its that Im telling ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its like that Im ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 3)
Singing one for free and two for mean streaks
Thats the very that put my past in the streets
copped doubles to juggle the beats
using language that managed to let hands speak
To peeps that love but not all felt this rhyme sayer
Non believers, killing like Cal Tjader
Cause of my or the way I appeared
But still I ran the race placed to the rear
imagine a gook, a youth by truth
kicked out at age five cause eyes looked glued
mentally struck, peaches and cream and such
but it built my biceps and today I up
jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in raps
fingers crossed, till herds are left with words that
and beats that make put soul in their movements
Wreckin shop the bay, La back to Brooklyn
Kids scratch temples, bite fists
Keros on the scene shining light through
Cause if Im not fueling the flame Im a puppet
My mouth might move but I aint nothing
So stay tuned to see how this
Sayin peace, sincerely yours, till we meet
peace..till we meet again
Sayin